I have spent a life in uniform, adventuring through this muddled-up world as time passed. I've lived, loved, fallen on my face only to try again. Now, as I get older, my only regret was not writing it down. It's time to start.
A mother's tears still stained his shoulder from having to restrain the poor woman as she rushed past staff trying to get to her son who was laying on a table, riddled with bullets. His blood flowed out faster than the trauma team could plug the holes. The woman was out of her mind and distraught. The floor was covered in crimson. Again. It was another bloody day, and it was his job to keep the bystanders, family, and friends from entering the area and interfering as they tried to save the poor kid's life. Standing there, holding a traffic wand as he directed cars away, Jeffrey felt the pain of that mother deep within his heart. For the boy, he still had a chopper ride to another hospital and a long road of recovery lay in front of him. That was if he survived the night and the three surgeries the doctors were predicting.
It's Good When Your Lover Farts
It's good to be in love and new love is filled with excitement, anticipation, and promise. It's also filled with things that older love isn't, like insecurity, uncertainty, and mistrust. We've all been there…right?
If People Can Die And Come Back, Often Hours Later, Then Death Is No Longer The Absolute Ending We Once Believed.
I first read about the strange phenomenon during the Ebola crisis in Africa. World Health Care team members were carrying bodies in body bags away to the fires. Suddenly, and without explanation, one of them started kicking around. The dead had risen...from the grave?
The Death Of Great Ideas. My Best Ideas Came Here To Die.
Broke--you're in the wrong place to fix that issue. If you decide this is what you're going to try, then you've got a one-in-a-million shot of fixing it here. This won't make me popular telling you that little reality, but I'll share why I would state it this way over the next few paragraphs.
How To Close The Continued Circus
Politics is like a circus, a circus that has gone on for far too long. We all need to stop buying tickets to the show. Jason Morton-Oct 2021
The last thing Jonathan remembered before regaining consciousness was the pilot yelling into the radio. Jonathan instinctively grabbed his bag and as they reached an altitude that looked doable, he jumped from the side of the Blackhawk Helicopter, missing the shallow water and ending up in the rapids. He nearly drowned several times, clutching his gear bag as his body was bounced off the rocky bedrock that lined the river. Finally, the waters calmed, after several minutes of desperation and he floated into a shallower area, able to grasp onto some rocks to pull himself to shore. He lay there for several minutes, sore, soaked, and disorientated before nearly passing out from the shock of it all. The simplest of missions had nearly brought about his demise before they even touched down on the ground.
What I Knew In My Twenties Would Fill A Thimble Compared To Now
To start with, life should be filled with the things that make us proud. So, why is it that we all have so much of the same thing--regret? Regret should be a pseudonym for lessons. It is the word most used when we get to that daunting point of self-introspection. What I've learned over time, thanks to those regrets, has made me into who I am today.
The Worried Heart, The Tears Of Worry
Worries, I have more than a few, and the strain, something I feel. I know that you do too, have worries that make us real.